January 6/365

“Only fools explore dreams,“ Nann said, arching one black eyebrow. “Full of lies and nonsense. Just indigestion for your brain, Pog.” She pushed a button, and the coffee maker hissed.

“It’s coming out wrong then, Nann.” Mary Margaret fought against the word jumble in her mind. “The dream made sense, and it wasn’t bits and pieces like other ones. It was…whole.”

“Whole?” Up went the eyebrow again, with a sharp glance from Nann. Then the old woman looked out the window. “Wrens are back. Watch they don’t dive bomb you hanging the wash out. Nesting wrens keep watch over…their houses.”